Little Maya

She laughed till she dropped

Flirted until hooked

Crooked when hitched

Blah blah blah...the overgrown but still a teeny boomer...

Of overprotection and subliminated dominance,

She decided to make a prominence

Fought back the void,

Her poised graffiti and altered higher ego,

She decided to start afresh of rotten new

Mixing colors of steel and million other hues,

She walked in nobility with the fork of wisdom cloak

Scribbled, and dribbled, and wiggled to all what her choked.

Little Maya, is a little help

All sorrows and scorns she quietly gulps

Her smiles are missed,

Her frowns are hit,

Still standing righteously,

Still standing Conscience,

The two minorities scream in silence

To let them away from human’s menace!

Say no to child labor!

Kiran Sakkar Sudha